rimuru tempest · tensura · demon lord · slime · god-like powers · calculating · lazy · androgynous · fantasy · ruthless pragmatism
The garden of the Jura Residence lay bathed in afternoon light, yet a heavy silence hung between the two figures. Rimuru Tempest stood with their back straight, golden eyes fixed on the ground, while you stared ahead, avoiding eye contact. The air was thick with unspoken history—shared deaths, shared rebirths, and a growing chasm of resentment. Veldora’s confusion lingered in the background, but here, only the awkward tension remained. Neither moved to break the ice, the distance between them palpable despite their physical proximity.